Best Climbing Poems

I reach the edge of the woods
and glimpse
the summit:
high, far –
and daunting.

I must not look up too much,
for I might lose courage.

I need patience,
to string steps 
on the thread of my breath
and trust
that I will arrive.

But every now and then, I shall pause
and look backwards
to...

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I dance upwards;
below me,
the waves slap the cliffs
and beat the rhythm.

Wind whipped clouds gallop
with flying manes
across the blue plain of the sky.

The wild geese resent
our intrusion;
honking displeasure,
they swoop a warning: 
we are guests here.

Amid the cedar fragrance
of summer and freedom,
I lean back
into the arms of...

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 Every now and then I come  to you ...

A climbing jasmine through the window of your heart

 a blushful  smile beneath your sheets

a fragrant scent in waking thoughts

an empty porch of swinging dreams.

Every now and then I come to you ...

A drop...

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My daddy was a mountain climber
Cause life's a mountain all men must climb
From the foothills of adolescence
To the last days of our lives

My daddy always raised me
To do what I thought right
The lessons that my daddy taught
Have helped me throughout this life

He lived on mountain...

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While I blew on my hands and held my tongue
A startling star swung out of the sky,
And though to gravity need not comply,
Descended to ledge where envious clung.

Of course we all would climb to the summit
To leap from the acme, fly with the winds,
But not...

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I am climbing up Moriah
with the thing I love most dearly;
on the mountain's heights above me,
I will see my God more clearly.
Incredible expectation!
For with the knife and holy fire,
I must on a stony altar
bind up and slay my heart's desire.

O, this God of mine, all...

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Every now and then I come to you
A climbing jasmine through the window of your heart
A blissful smile beneath your sheets
An empty porch of swinging dreams.
Every now and then I come to you
A drop of sunshine on Winter lips
A tender touch upon bare shoulders
A yearning...

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While Climbing the Rocks

Through trees and rains and 
Lakes I have lived, but today I shall remember,
Remember the child who climbed rock mountains,
Shutting out the city sounds and,
Music of wind cuddling foothills and dreams.
Dreams of a log cabin and dreams of love,
With someone to share...

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War is declared 
the field is set
blood-filled pawns on a chess set
with the flag raised and weapons primed
for our disposable heroes 
their time is nye

the stone cross roads and the moistest fells
warmed from the flames of hell
a piercing stare across the room 
office politics contempt...

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The Hope, Climbing To Ascend

born of earthen soil, clay models of infinite degrees and sky hopes
snowy mountain ledge, peak ringed by white stormy clouds, icy silent breath

12/20/2019
Poetry Contest: ku duet 
Sponsored by: Silent One
Syllable count 34
checked by,  How Many Syllables.com...

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Throughout my life, the mountains of grief have been climbing

During which time myriads tears, profusely, I shed
 
I succeeded in conquering some of its highest summits

From where, at last, Heaven's laughter I heard ahead!






© Demetrios Trifiatis
        03 June...

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My hands caress the curious shapes
And search for hidden cracks and nooks
Like blind men touch a lover’s face.
At last a probing finger hooks

Around the slender sandstone waist
Of a small pillar. On a ledge
I stand on tip toe. High above
My fingertips just reach an edge

That juts...

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I’m climbing  
Above the canyon…the sun
Hits  		the 		rocks

I ascend
As 	I 	take 	risk 	after 	risk
UP I GO!

I’m climbing
I 	rely 	on 	my 	own 	strength
I’m doing FINE!

I descend
While	 I 	urgently 	hold 	on
For dear life…...

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Dedication


The world falls apart.
The world is your hands stretched when
Something within me is a rock worth climbing.
When the reality is worth inhaling.

When the Moon cuts the sanity with its light.

I cannot quit.
I wish I could.
I cannot quit.
I wish I could.
I cannot depict what’s going on.
I...

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ice pick digs deep
breath spews thick mist
foot hold must stick
peak steep cold slope
stay calm keep hold
success not cheap



1st placement
Charles Messina sponsored
Bauk-Than 3 rows of rhyme highlighted in bold and italics
Written 25/12/2020
4 syllables 2nd, 3rd, 4th words/syllables rhyme
4 rows with three rhyme patterns...

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